We got some downpour this morning, all right, but there is patchy sunlight doing combat with the next wave of gray clouds over the Western ocean. Poor Maggie the Dog has had to spend most of the morning inside, which bores her into apathetic silence. We are confident we will be back in the arms of Mother Sunlight in another day or two, so we are cheerful about the opportunity to actually set a fire in the fireplace for a change.

I am happy to report based on recent experience that there is a lively and lovely younger generation of songwriters and singers coming up through the hard ranks of showcases and open mics here in Southern California. Last night at a downtown Whiskey Bar a showcase went down that had the joint jumping with bright, creative original and driving music backed up by only one or two guitars and perhaps a drum or mouthharp. The future looks bright!

On a cold April day Frau Dieseldorf decided not to hang the laundry out to dry. In the bucket the clothes pins floated in cold rain water and had a layer of grime on top. Most of all there was a putrid smell of burning meat in the air. It was better than before when the smell of hair was unbearable but that had been gone since winter.

Just like us the people knew. Like us they did not know all the names

and addresses but there were plenty of people who spoke their

conscience of what they saw as well as those who bragged.

As long as it didn't spoil the sheets or foul up our commute we did nothing about it.

The torture belongs to you as much as me. I didn't know or I was just following orders doesn't wash. It won't wash away the stain on your hands. It is on you as much as it is on me.

Just like any bigotry even if you don't act out an act of hate you at least took advantage of white privilege without a thought to those who have no such privilege.

Like it or not, defend it or not, it is your torture no matter how removed you insist you are. It is in your nations name,. It is in your name.

With the release of the 6 million page report all that has changed is the is the knowledge of who and where. What is different is that you know deep down why you deserve to be treated in kind, without care or concern from your torturer. Or perhaps you have no soul and dismiss this sin with a click.

Shucks, that book is published every year just to keep up with current weaponry. But it would be nice to have your father's copy. I don't have enough of my father's stuff, hardly any in fact, as I was five when he died. I do have his sawset, though.

MP-38/40... dunno why I was thinking mm. I was also thinking Parachuten instead of Parabellum. I woulda looked it up but Bro borrowed Dad's book "Small Arms of the World" years ago and never brought it back. Now, it has vanished along with all the other stuff he "borrowed".

The good Reverend Walther looks like a man who fights hard to keep people on the righteous path, Rap. If Chongo was looking for a reverend, I don't think he could find one more suited to his way of being. As for Shane, I think he'd be speechless...more or less.

I shall refrain in the future from calling Shane names or saying anything bad about him. In fact, I can't think of anything bad to say about him. I know now that he isn't responsible for his sins, for his poor hygiene, for his ignorance, for his abuse of the Temple which is his body and his soul. So I have ask my friend, the Reverend Walther, to come to Shane and explain why he should repent of his ways and walk the paths of Righteousness. I've included a link to his picture so that Shane can easily recognize him.

I hope you succeed in leading Shane to godliness, Rap...(if not cleanliness). It could be the start of a whole new era of enlightenment and sobriety in Blind River.

Meanwhile, here is a picture of one of Shane's distant cousins, "Scooter" McBride of Alamaba and his common law wife Raylene. Scooter sees himself as a heroic figure who will lead America out of its present darkness and ignorance and into the light of true freedom. His greatest role models are Sarah Palin, Ted Nugent, Hulk Hogan, and The Undertaker. He plans on a major career in Hollywood.

I understand, Shane. Your inner anger can be channeled into Good if you will only answer His call. I have and now live a wonderful life doing good. No alcohol, only pure water; no adulterated food; no late hours and only good thoughts and good deeds.

Would you like me to contact some people in Blind River to come and pray with you?

Am I all right with the..........FLIP OFF!!! I don't need yer flippin' reeligeous advice, eh?

Hey, gnu, I feel Dale's pain, eh? It is just not fare how honessed people like me and Dale can't have our own grow-up and make some desent cash sellin' good dope legal and it is all becoz of Harper and becoz of cops! It is a flippin' disgraice. The Crime Minister! LOL!!! That is what he is allright. If he comes to Blind River I will put a mudpie right in his flippin' face! Or maybe a cow pie.

Dale was doin okay workin back at the Irving in Chipman. How he ever got his job back is a wonder. How he kept it as long as he did was even more so. But, since he was just pokin fun at Daisy an she was serious, along came Darren at 12 pounds three ounces so he hung in fer as long as he could. A tad that big sucks up some serious soup. He had ta make some coin but ya just can't offer boo at the pumps right? If ya don't have millions of dollars ta get a grow licence and get certification fer yer medical pot then ya can't be a farmer or a vendor. The judge was sympathetic but the law is strict when it comes to medical pot and, well, the law is the law… only rich people can make good coin growin pot and not end up in jail. Ask Crime Minister Harper. He'll tell ya. So, Daisy is raisin another one on her own while Dale does a third… if he behaves… until Harper gets his "minimum" bullshit law passed.

good morrow, worthy gentlefolk. can you humble servant do anything for you? i have begun the first part of my penance and humiliated myself by not using upper case letters to demonstrate a surrendering of the self.